Human life, are full of mysteries.
The paths people take are often not their own; they are shaped by the expectations, demands, and desires of those around them.
In a world where conformity is prized and deviation from the norm is seen as a sin, people function in a way that benefits society rather than themselves.
It is a boorish and discriminatory system, yet it somehow works, sustaining and progressing the species despite its flaws.
Even when individuals rise to a level of power that their society cannot control, the invisible chains of judgment and expectation still bind them, tethering them to the opinions of those beneath them.
It's a paradox that keeps the world turning, a fragile balance between conformity and rebellion.
'Truly a pathetic species…'
Oz mused as he gazed down at the tiny fragment of a soul he had been promised. He sat atop the mana stone where Dorothy had taken her last breath, his expression unreadable but his thoughts heavy.
